Wednesday, January 12, 2011

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lullabywonka @ 2011-01-12T22 : 05:00


Hello everyone, sometimes starting out as a bean ...! From
months (months. _.) I'm writing a romanzuccio then I would like to publish if it deems it appropriate, particularly if it readable ..
And I was wondering if you would not want to give me an honest opinion ...
's just a little bit, but of course no obligation
xD By the way do not understand a penis emeritus of the whole plot, but I just wanted to know if it was decently written, because for a while I'm losing my bite> ;___>
Then if like, I can post it all when it is finished (nel. .. 2015?) or to "bet" Oh well ..
few chats, who wants to give me a modest and honest opinion (Yes, the main character has my name, because I did not fancy ù__ù): This is

the cover that I made xD


That smell sweet and sour was back to penetrate the small and delicate nostrils, painting a vague grimace of disgust and anger on his face pale and cold.
Flowers.
Those damn funeral flowers.
tried to breathe as little as possible, as a human being can endure in the absence of oxygen, but those plants did not seem to want to give respite.
Just look at them, see them by accident aroused in her a feeling full of hate, regret, anger, sadness and anxiety.
rather than their color, smell and their hated those memories lamented that dragged below, and the stabbing that inflicted every time he was going to find it.
sighed, holding back a retch and pushed aside the usual black lock of long silk threads that had gone to lie down on the soft lower lip of the mouth.
He stared for a few moments that face straziatamente peaceful, and at the same time worn, tarnished by time and weather that they had used the photograph and the epitaph below.
That boy had always been beautiful, wonderful and would remain so forever, immortalized in that image day after day, month after month, year after year and growing old in his place.
He wanted to caress it, even once, one last time and then disappear forever.
He wanted one last posargli gentle kiss on the cheeks rosy, and then plunged into darkness forever.
He wanted to tell him how well he loved and what was missing his presence in the kitchen early in the morning while preparing apple pancakes, her favorite, how far along their disputes to decide who could be the PC, or take a bath before out on Saturday night, how far along his silly jokes, his laughter harmonious, and those of its big eyes full of hope and life.
But from the little red rose from the icy breeze that permeates the whole Bridgeport a few days ago, did not escape a complaint forgotten and taken away from frost.
was useless to talk, cry, pray, and to despair sight of that mass of marble, dead, no one would listen, his voice was not a weak echo of dead leaves and death that would have extended to the desert fertile plain of bitter tears and salty. His rationality
bothered her, but at the same time characterized and could not avoid it.
Terence had died, had ceased to live could not hear it, see who it is exasperated on his tombstone, I dry the eyes of a mother and a family destroyed, he could not embrace as a friend broken, and uttering words of ' love to a sweetheart now become amara.Non that there was no soul in heaven residesse with harmony and happiness, however painful and wrenching it was, the unvarnished truth was different. Terence
lay under a meter of earth, covered with white flowers, white defradato of its lifeblood, and his eyes were already proved a lawn green and lush, but a long desert moor on which was poured too much cement.
that green had been torn from his eyes and veins with brutality, violence, cruelty. And that shining beacon
had suffered any ill before disappearing forever, and set in idyllic silence of oblivion infinite.
-..- I love my brother let out a tear as the hot plowed right cheek, causing burning, hot as hell that breaks from the inside.
He knew, would not have felt the extreme need but she had yet to utter those words, that he had no way to tell in due time and so he hated with all my heart, but he could do if the weather had been denied?
We believe we can have it all the time to love people around us, to show our love by ignoring the threat that perennially hangs over us, always putting off what we could do today, "tomorrow".
And when that threat comes he does quietly, I plunged with him stealthily and you can not do nothing but regret having underestimated. Debora had
tried it on her skin, the regret and the regret of not having carefully estimated the time that slowly slid him, so he never had a way to let people know how important it was to her brother for her, and crucial for its serenity.
One morning she woke up, and that "tomorrow" on which he relied was not there.
Ripped violently from his life, now that day was only a fantasy that echoed like a ghost in her mind.
was just a "today" filled with tears and heart-rending despair, a rigid and cruel reality that he had taken as a slap to want punishment for its superficiality before something much, much bigger than her, destiny.
But one thing was certain, the lesson he had learned at his own expense bribes and never, never would have sent something that could be done today to tomorrow, because she knows that "tomorrow" may be too late.
And nobody can stop the destiny to change the plans and projects in Serbia has for us, no power supreme and almighty, we can only try to predict it, but in vain in any case, if fate wants us dead will not hesitate , to deprive us of our time in one way or another. This
believed, or more wanted to believe given his skepticism in all things, was created by Trond this reasoning for wanting to give any explanation to the absurd death of someone so dear to her, but frankly did not believe in anything any of them devils, nor any 'otherwise than as living beings.
now defradata any faith or hope, the young man breathed the cold air to the bottom and then wrapped with lung and heart full of chill went home.
Its new home.

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